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Life with a Foster: Routines Make All the Difference

Life with a Husky cannot possibly be boring. The more time I spend with Leche, the more I think either she’s exceptional or Huskies are just smarter than regular dogs. Her memory and her cunning ability to understand when I’m paying attention and when I’m not, have floored me time and again.

Sometimes it seems as though she actually understands English (and consciously chooses whether to listen to my request or not). She picks up on new commands (‘Leave it’ ‘Walk with me’ ‘wait’) quickly.

Her energy and confidence have increased as the days go by, and I forget that she’s still in Heartworm treatment recovery. I try not to crate her too much because that seems more stressful for her than not, but when she’s loose her exuberance is fairly hard to contain. Luckily, she’s very good at entertaining herself.

She does eventually settle down and usually lies right behind my desk chewing on one of Diamond’s toys. For the most part, she and Diamond ignore each other now – roommates but not buddies. I don’t let them out together because Diamond has a VERY exuberant play style and I’m gonna guess that Leche does too, and that would just be too much for this girl who is supposed to be resting and recovering from Heartworm treatment.

I’ve begun taking Leche along for my morning walks (about two and a half miles), to give her a chance to stretch her legs. She is fascinated by the cows and thrilled that if she pokes her nose through the fence at them, they run. The birds hold a particular fascination for her and I do wonder if she thinks she could catch one if she just jumped high enough.

Pouncing on crickets in the ditch along the road is another favorite past-time.

Establishing a routine is so critical to building confidence and the feeling of safety in a foster dog. Up until they reach a foster home, life is hectic, bewildering, with very little routine or familiarity. In the case of Leche, I’m gonna guess that once upon a time, she had a real home. I say that because she is such a sweet dog with none of the fearfulness or anxiousness of so many new fosters.

At some point, she likely became a stray. I guess that because she is INSANELY hungry all the time and knows to look in containers (i.e. trash cans) for food and is always scavenging along the road when we walk. She’s cataloged where every treat bag/container is in my office (or where they are now that I had to move every one of them to higher ground to discourage her persistent searching).

I would imagine that landing in a shelter was the worst of it for this pup. I can’t imagine how miserable she would be in a shelter, even one like Walker County Animal Shelter in Alabama. I’ve been there and know the people to be caring and that the dogs do have access to outside play areas. But it’s a large, noisy metal building full of dogs and so many new sights/sounds/smells that likely overwhelmed Leche like it does most dogs, but especially the intelligent ones.

From there, RUFF (a local rescue that pulls from the shelter and is a long-time partner of OPH) likely placed her in a foster home. That’s where she started the medication she needed to prepare her for heartworm treatment.

Not too long after that, there was the transport, which is stressful for every dog. Upon arriving in Maryland, she met her original foster and lifesaver, Sarah, who took her home with new people and animals.

Leche spent a night at the vet’s office for her heartworm treatment, then had a week recovering in Sarah’s home, before going on another transport. This one was much less stressful since it was in an OPH volunteer’s car and Leche was the only dog. Amy said Leche did howl for the first part of the two plus hour journey.

And then she was here. Everything was new, but Leche seemed to take it in stride.

That said, after eleven days of routine and regular crating and walks, she is settling. Her fun personality is sparkling, and she is happy. She jumps right into her crate for treats, and just as happily bounds out for walks. In between, she explores all the toys Diamond leaves strewn about, sniffs around the fenced foster yard, or relaxes on the floor beside me, and occasionally on the futon.

Settling in does mean that now she would love to chase poor Hazel, if only Hazel would run. Usually, at Leche’s approach, Hazel jumps up onto her cat tower and looks down at her with a hiss (and much disdain). If Leche pokes her big nose up toward Hazel, she is rewarded with a swat and more hissing. So Leche commences howling. Their routine has become predictable.

Hopefully, someday soon Leche will have one last change. She’ll go home with a new family. Paws crossed for that to happen. If you think you might be that forever family for Leche, click here to apply.

Until Each One Has a Home,

Cara

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7 thoughts on “Life with a Foster: Routines Make All the Difference”

  1. Love this!!! Trainers say the reason most people have such a hard time with Huskies and they are often surrendered at shelters or rehomed is because they don’t understand a Husky is more “cat” than dog. Once you realize that, they are much easier to train and work with. I mean, just look at that video of her tossing her donut toy and entertaining herself with it. I’ve been involved in feral cat rescue for over 40 years and that’s exactly how a cat plays with a toy. Tossing it up in the air, pouncing on it, tossing it on furniture to add different pouncing challenges, entertaining itself with endless energy until it drops for a nap. Many people think cats can’t be trained to follow commands like a dog even though they are highly intelligent animals. But they can. I’ve trained all my cats (ferals and housecats). You just have to approach them differently, understanding they learn in a different way than dogs. Huskies are the same way. I’m so glad you have Leche!! She is blessed to have you!! 🩷

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    1. That is SO interesting! She does act like a cat often. She takes in so much more detail and is very patient and curious. The pouncing goes on all day and the way she grabs things between her paws is very cat-like. That makes so much sense.

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      1. Amazing, isn’t it? It’s why so many trainers say Huskies are on their “Top 5 Hardest Breeds to Train” list. It’s just they are more cat than dog, so you have to train them in that way. Even the fact Huskies are so vocal. Just like a cat! Cats will talk endlessly to you. Scream at you when they want something. Whine when they don’t get it. Protest. Nag. Sing for 10-15 minutes when they’re happy. You name it. Just like a Husky. lol!!!

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  2. I don’t know why I can’t comment on so many blogs these days, but I can’t. I left a comment about how hard shelter life is for huskies, and how glad I am that you are giving her the chance for a permanent home, but even after I logged in (again) it didn’t show up. I swear, Word Press hates me!

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